Emma Hart & Benedict Drew
Benedict Drew Emma Hart
An original and beautifully simple performed installation forging a direct link between sound and image.
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An original and beautifully simple performed installation forging a direct link between sound and image.
Ken Jacobs chats to Edwin Carels: Edwin is a curator based in Ghent, responsible for some fantastic programmes of experimental film and art at the Rotterdam Film festival (amongst others).
Performances of compositions by Jean-Luc Guionnet and others, with Julia Letitia Scott, Iain Campbell F-W, Neil Davidson, Fritz Welch, Liene Rozite, Emilia Beatriz.
Sax/Drums duo of raucous, pealing noise, and cries of beguiling lyricism, whispered sax phrases float in a timbral cloud of bowed metal and rumbling toms.
Now a two day festival, INSTAL 04 was borne of a desire to open eyes, challenge audiences and expand musical horizons. This was also the year in which a certain representative from Corwood Industries made his first ever live appearance.
A series of three short performed situations and statements to be examined or judged from the most interesting young musician in Glasgow (we think).
An informal conversation, over breakfast, about how abolition and movement work structures Mijke and Nat’s approach to transfeminism, ahead of their new book Trans Femme Futures.
Sonic ‘observations’ of the world, through micro recordings on a tiny scale and transformed into something musically compelling.
An extravagant debauch of huge pianos, plush toys, cognac and ritual.
A performance by Storyboard P – one of the greatest Afrofuturist dancers on the planet.
Koji Asano, Japanese composer and sound-artist performing slow groaning burbling tones, moaning echoes and drones.
Bleu Shut reveals, and allows us to enjoy, our gullibility within the pervasive absurdity of modern life.